ANSER

Recombinant incumbent rips a mutant future,

a little rabid grace to brook 

	environs like a fleshwound;

pay no mind to the clinking bronze 

	armor, these armored

characters who lurch & strut like 

	zombies filled with

		purple methane.




The curve of the earth shall realign

	the piles, the aeon divorces

the pink fizz of the end of the empire.




Red to blue hand to fist




	mouth to mouth-- 

a storm of dust, cloud 

	of locusts is a tenacious apocryphal

raven for these craven old boys, please




bow to the graven vulpine image

	of a fanged nymph,

you funky armies:

	listen to Wilhelm's revenant

beat 

	the inexorable steel drum.

Perseverers, please remain ithyphallic

as the cabin pressure adjusts to you.